Eefa can go surprisingly long without blinking.

"Do you know what they did for work?"

Mikko is going to try kind of a lot of angles on finding out what caste this kid is and where she came from, though he never raises his voice or hurts her.

Having gotten nowhere on this by the time they arrive at their office building and parked in the underground garage, he asks her to follow him to the elevator, which will take them up to a place she can stay while they find a home for her.

She doesn't answer him - she's not very good at lying and would probably be even worse cause she is pretty confused about these questions. Aslo, it's suspicious how he is not hurting her.

She follows him to the elevator warily - she does not like being trapped in that small a place.

The elevator goes up and lets them out in a large colorfully-decorated room that currently contains one sad grey two-year-old picking at his rice-and-beans and a pair of purples aged three and one snuggling each other on a bean bag with the three year old holding up a pocket everything so they can watch cartoons on it together.

Eefa finds herself a hidey hole between two beanbags, her tangly hair poking out.

That's okay. Mikko grabs a tray of snacks from the fridge and tells the kids it's for everybody. The little purple gets up and goes to take all the cherries and bring them back to her beanbag.

Eefa takes some food once she sees one of the others eat something, it's probably safe. She's not actually hungry but it's good to have food on her, just in case.

There once were cherries, but no longer! There remain crackers and nuts and cheese cubes and pickles.

She samples each before settling on taking cheese cubes and crackers and nuts - mostly the nuts, those probably will last a while and taste filling-ish. 

She does eat an extra pickle though - it's sorta yummy.

Mikko's sitting in the corner, watching her out of the corner of his eye now and then, smiling encouragingly back at her if she looks at him.

Of course she is being watched. Hopefully they don't try to take her food this time.

Nope, that's hers to eat.

"Eefa," says Mikko, when she's slowed down on the food, "that's Shahn," the grey boy, "and over there are Timio and Anina, they're sisters."

(Most of the food ends up hidden in Eefa's new clothing actually, though she does eat some.)

"Oh, okay." 

None of them are Wolves, so that's nice.

"Kids, this is Eefa. We don't know what caste she is, isn't that odd?"

"She's probably purple 'cause most people are purple," says Timio, the elder purple.

Eefa can helpfully stare at the other kids. 

"You can come watch cartoons with us if you're purple," says Anina.

Well, now she can't watch cartoons without implying things she doesn't know the meaning of.

Anina receives a very long stare in response. 

"How old're you?" asks Shahn.

Eefa doesn't know the answer which she has figured out from other people is weird and suspicious so she will continue with the default police of staring at people closely to see if they are about to try to hurt her.

"I'm two. You look maybe also two."

Eefa does not think people her age look two? She's pretty sure. She hasn't met many two year olds though - usually people keep them away from her.

"Maybe you're one and don't know how to talk yet."

"I think Eefa can talk, she's just scared right now. But it's true we're not positive how old she is. She could be a big one year old or a small two year old. Depending where she came from, she could even be two and a half," says Mikko.

This feels like a good time to bury herself farther in-between two beanbags so no one can see her.